A recent conversation:
Jayme: Lord? Excuse me - you there?
God: Yep, right here Jayms, what's up?
Jayme: Why is it that everysinglestinkin' time I leave the house without making the bed, or doing my chores, that I get unexpected company?
God: Well, Jayme, I'm really working on you.
God: I want you to not care.
Jayme: Oh - well, how am I doin'?
God: Well, not so good, dear.
Jayme: Does this mean - it's gonna keep happening?
God: 'laughs' - Yep.
God: People come to see you - not your house.
Jayme: But what am I without the house, the garden?